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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Culture
Culture
Performer
Joseph Hill
Joseph Hill
Vocals
Albert Walker
Albert Walker
Vocals
Kenneth Paley
Kenneth Paley
Vocals
Bertram McLean
Bertram McLean
Guitar
Robert Shakespeare
Robert Shakespeare
Bass Guitar
Michael Richards
Michael Richards
Drums
Sly Dunbar
Sly Dunbar
Drums
Radcliffe Bryan
Radcliffe Bryan
Guitar
Willie Lindo
Willie Lindo
Guitar
Ansel Collins
Ansel Collins
Keyboards
Earl Lindo
Earl Lindo
Keyboards
Harold Butler
Harold Butler
Keyboards
Uziah Thompson
Uziah Thompson
Percussion
Cedric "Im" Brooks
Cedric "Im" Brooks
Saxophone
Felix "Deadly" Headley
Felix "Deadly" Headley
Saxophone
Vincent Gordon
Vincent Gordon
Trombone
David Madden
David Madden
Trumpet
Clive Hunt
Clive Hunt
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Hill
Joseph Hill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sonia Pottinger
Sonia Pottinger
Producer
Errol Brown
Errol Brown
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help In this time Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Chant it out and say Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Can't you hear that? Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Yeah If you beg your neighbour bail and you ask to take it to you Don't even like to see you stretch your neck Across the fences, begging a little salt And when Babylon deh my friend All your disgraces are all gone out on the street, so Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help It's medicine talk I say Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help It's dangerous now Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Want me tell you something Yeah Wanna tell you something Once there was a cCricket and there was a set of Ants The Cricket loved to play, his fiddle in summertime and sing And then it start to rain, Cricket run to the Ants And say, "Ants, may I have some food" Ant say, "Cricket, where were you during summer and spring" He say, "Ant, I was playing, my romantic fiddle and songs" He say, "Cricket, now won't you listen to me Won't you go back and play your fiddle and sing so man" Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Have your own things Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Jah Jah know it all Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Begging alone can't do Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Jah Rastafari see it all (.) It's a serious thing! Be not like the foolish virgins Who took oil in their lamps Yet none in there lousy vessels And decide to trod to Canaan land And when their oils gone out They turn to the wise virgin and say May I have some of your oil To throw in my lamp to meet the bridegroom Wise one say to them say Go ye rather to them that sell and buy for yourself And when they turn back they were all gone out late And could never ever, ever see the bridegroom at all So mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help His clothes stuck in a bracket Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Mek water can boil, come skin Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Beggy beggy licky lick him Mind who you run to, brother fe go beg for help Mind begging too much, they take liberty a you.
Writer(s): Joseph Constantine Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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